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-Bleach - daemon AU : harribel (1 644 words)
IN PROGRESS
-Bleach suburban ot4 (698 words)
-Naruto Cherry wine (966 words)
-SVSSS silly divergent timeline AU that idk if i'll finish (1 545 words)
-Bleach - daemon AU : random grimmjow scene (310 words)
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suburban ot4 : grimmichi and a sentai show
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He still doesn't really know why Grimmjow asked him to come. He doesn't look like a guy who needs a hand as he walks inside, introduces the two of them, gets the job specs.
He doesn't even balk when they get handed some costumes. Ichigo balks. He almost says something about it, and then doesn't want to look uncool; by the time Grimmjow turns around to hand him his outfit he has pushed it down but Grimmjow still arches an eyebrow, smirking with half his mouth.
"... Shut up."
"Was I saying something?"
"You were thinking it too loudly."
He snorts. Ichigo flounces off to the locker room. Ugh. So embarrassing. His behavior is ridiculous. It's such a mess inside his chest, his head, a jumble of bullshit and idiocy. Every time Grimmjow says something that means he's having fun messing with Ichigo a little giddy thrill goes right through him, and then he remembers that he ruined Orihime's sense of safety and damaged her trust and what the fuck is he doing, hiding from that by hanging out with his crush? He hasn't fixed it yet. He doesn't deserve to gallivant off and be fine with someone else.
It... doesn't feel like he's cheating on his wife, exactly, but it's in the same wheelhouse.
"Move your flat ass a bit, won'tcha," Grimmjow asks, elbowing him between the shoulder blades.
"--I don't have a flat ass!"
Grimmjow gives him an insolently pitying look. "Bitch, that shit's concave."
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cherry wine
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... If the reason Madara was brooding so hard even the Hyuuga gave him the side-eye was related to the rut-drug incident, then it had to be somebody he felt betrayed by. He hadn't been taking it personally before.
He didn't get much more of an occasion to ponder; a gong rang through the hall, calling for everybody's attention.
Up on the dais the daimyos were taking their seats, three of them in front and the fourth one, the unlucky, sitting behind a wooden lattice screen where her shape could be guessed at but nothing more could be seen. Next came the priest with his festooned branch to cleanse the spiritual energy of the room. Then the heirs, finally.
"He has a target in mind," Hashirama mused quietly; and he was looking straight ahead at the dais, not seeming to pay the Uchihas any attention, and yet Tobirama knew who he meant instantly. "Not in the room though."
"... Hm."
"Any insight?"
Ugh. Every time he was reminded he had passed up on it--
"Rut inducer," he muttered, annoyed at himself.
"Ah, bloodline theft then... Hm. No. It would be resolved by now."
Tobirama couldn't help but agree that if Inuzuka Hanazura had brought them proof of that sort of plot, there would have been corpses not one hour later and Madara would be looking more self-satisfied.
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svsss
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The truth wasn't that Airplane had hatched a master plan to sneak out from under his System's unforgiving yoke.
The truth was that he'd been buried in emergency inventory lists to his eyebrows for the last two weeks, and just that day had to deal with eight different customers who couldn't understand why heightened demon-human hostilities would mean their ancient viagra tea would be harder to procure, all because his shifu thought he could do with more asshole-handling practice. The last thing he needed was Shen newly-Qingqiu getting in his face about the wrong wood being used in his tranquility-promoting benches.
Who the fuck caaaaaaares bro shut the FUCK up we all know it's because the wood grain's not the right swirliness for your "artistic vision"!
So he lost his temper.
In true Shang Qinghua fashion he lost it in the privacy of his own mind and nowhere else. "Ah, shixiong, you understand, we're too understaffed to send a team! It would be months before an expedition could be justified."
"Why is that."
Airplane had created Shen Jiu to be a bitch, but sometimes he was still surprised at the depths of bitchiness he managed to plumb with a single eyebrow.
"Because I try not to feed more than five shidis a week to Colossal Orchid-Faced Ants when I can help it?"
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daemon AU tidbit that might never get anywhere
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"We just wanted you to be aware, a gigai once used will be set aside for personal use. We don't know if traces of the first user's reiatsu would destabilize it for someone else, after all! You fine gentlemen won't have to share. That makes gathering the raw materials a little more of an issue, though..."
"... Need me to get some for you."
Waki preens at her wing with affected unconcern. "It would hasten the process. Though there will still be a bottleneck as we gather and analyze everyone's data... We can't let you have it back before then."
She flicks her feathers back into place and bounces cheerfully on her toes.
"So in the meantime! How would you feel about a couple heists?"
... Pffft. "Not in Hueco Mundo."
"Mmh... No."
"You want me to break into the Seireitei."
She trills, like she thinks she's a cutesy bouncy magpie and not a crow. "Yep!"
"To steal some shit and not get myself killed."
"Preferably not caught by security either! How's your stealth?"
Grimmjow pretends to think about it. "Pretty good when I bother, but if I'm not getting a fight out of it, why would I?" Honestly, he already knows he's gonna go. Between a heist and waiting around like a sad sack...
Leucanthe will have enjoyed the first one more. When she comes back.
POSTED:
-Bleach - daemon AU : harribel (1 644 words)
IN PROGRESS
-Bleach suburban ot4 (698 words)
-Naruto Cherry wine (966 words)
-SVSSS silly divergent timeline AU that idk if i'll finish (1 545 words)
-Bleach - daemon AU : random grimmjow scene (310 words)
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suburban ot4 : grimmichi and a sentai show
--
He still doesn't really know why Grimmjow asked him to come. He doesn't look like a guy who needs a hand as he walks inside, introduces the two of them, gets the job specs.
He doesn't even balk when they get handed some costumes. Ichigo balks. He almost says something about it, and then doesn't want to look uncool; by the time Grimmjow turns around to hand him his outfit he has pushed it down but Grimmjow still arches an eyebrow, smirking with half his mouth.
"... Shut up."
"Was I saying something?"
"You were thinking it too loudly."
He snorts. Ichigo flounces off to the locker room. Ugh. So embarrassing. His behavior is ridiculous. It's such a mess inside his chest, his head, a jumble of bullshit and idiocy. Every time Grimmjow says something that means he's having fun messing with Ichigo a little giddy thrill goes right through him, and then he remembers that he ruined Orihime's sense of safety and damaged her trust and what the fuck is he doing, hiding from that by hanging out with his crush? He hasn't fixed it yet. He doesn't deserve to gallivant off and be fine with someone else.
It... doesn't feel like he's cheating on his wife, exactly, but it's in the same wheelhouse.
"Move your flat ass a bit, won'tcha," Grimmjow asks, elbowing him between the shoulder blades.
"--I don't have a flat ass!"
Grimmjow gives him an insolently pitying look. "Bitch, that shit's concave."
--
cherry wine
--
... If the reason Madara was brooding so hard even the Hyuuga gave him the side-eye was related to the rut-drug incident, then it had to be somebody he felt betrayed by. He hadn't been taking it personally before.
He didn't get much more of an occasion to ponder; a gong rang through the hall, calling for everybody's attention.
Up on the dais the daimyos were taking their seats, three of them in front and the fourth one, the unlucky, sitting behind a wooden lattice screen where her shape could be guessed at but nothing more could be seen. Next came the priest with his festooned branch to cleanse the spiritual energy of the room. Then the heirs, finally.
"He has a target in mind," Hashirama mused quietly; and he was looking straight ahead at the dais, not seeming to pay the Uchihas any attention, and yet Tobirama knew who he meant instantly. "Not in the room though."
"... Hm."
"Any insight?"
Ugh. Every time he was reminded he had passed up on it--
"Rut inducer," he muttered, annoyed at himself.
"Ah, bloodline theft then... Hm. No. It would be resolved by now."
Tobirama couldn't help but agree that if Inuzuka Hanazura had brought them proof of that sort of plot, there would have been corpses not one hour later and Madara would be looking more self-satisfied.
--
svsss
--
The truth wasn't that Airplane had hatched a master plan to sneak out from under his System's unforgiving yoke.
The truth was that he'd been buried in emergency inventory lists to his eyebrows for the last two weeks, and just that day had to deal with eight different customers who couldn't understand why heightened demon-human hostilities would mean their ancient viagra tea would be harder to procure, all because his shifu thought he could do with more asshole-handling practice. The last thing he needed was Shen newly-Qingqiu getting in his face about the wrong wood being used in his tranquility-promoting benches.
Who the fuck caaaaaaares bro shut the FUCK up we all know it's because the wood grain's not the right swirliness for your "artistic vision"!
So he lost his temper.
In true Shang Qinghua fashion he lost it in the privacy of his own mind and nowhere else. "Ah, shixiong, you understand, we're too understaffed to send a team! It would be months before an expedition could be justified."
"Why is that."
Airplane had created Shen Jiu to be a bitch, but sometimes he was still surprised at the depths of bitchiness he managed to plumb with a single eyebrow.
"Because I try not to feed more than five shidis a week to Colossal Orchid-Faced Ants when I can help it?"
--
daemon AU tidbit that might never get anywhere
--
"We just wanted you to be aware, a gigai once used will be set aside for personal use. We don't know if traces of the first user's reiatsu would destabilize it for someone else, after all! You fine gentlemen won't have to share. That makes gathering the raw materials a little more of an issue, though..."
"... Need me to get some for you."
Waki preens at her wing with affected unconcern. "It would hasten the process. Though there will still be a bottleneck as we gather and analyze everyone's data... We can't let you have it back before then."
She flicks her feathers back into place and bounces cheerfully on her toes.
"So in the meantime! How would you feel about a couple heists?"
... Pffft. "Not in Hueco Mundo."
"Mmh... No."
"You want me to break into the Seireitei."
She trills, like she thinks she's a cutesy bouncy magpie and not a crow. "Yep!"
"To steal some shit and not get myself killed."
"Preferably not caught by security either! How's your stealth?"
Grimmjow pretends to think about it. "Pretty good when I bother, but if I'm not getting a fight out of it, why would I?" Honestly, he already knows he's gonna go. Between a heist and waiting around like a sad sack...
Leucanthe will have enjoyed the first one more. When she comes back.